Chapter III
THE FEAR IN THE COQUINA HOUSE
Anderson found a beginning difficult. When at last he spoke his voice was low and there were uneven pauses between the words.
“I wanted to come right out and explain the situation,” he said. “Then, if you choose, you can pull out of here in the morning. Molly and I talked it over when your letter came. It seemed the only fair thing. But it means telling you in cold blood, and I swore to Molly I couldn’t do that. I said you’d call me a superstitious i***t or suspect me of sun stroke. In either case you’ll have to include Molly in your diagnosis, and you know how sensible she is.”
“Yes, and how sensible you’ve always been,” Miller said. “You don’t mean to say you’ve let this lonely hole get on your nerves?”
“I pray that’s what it is,” Anderso
